Dusting off the ol' heart-drain...
I beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me
I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me i am becoming
the me the you know he had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs he is broken and sore
the me that you know he doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore
all pain disappears it's the nature of my circuitry
drowns out all i hear there's no escape from this my new consciousness
the me that you know he used to have feelings
but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay
the me that you know is now made up of wires
and even when i'm right with you i'm so far away
i can try to get away but i've strapped myself in
i can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
i can see it killing away all of my bad parts
i don't want to listen but it's all to clear
hiding backwards inside of me i feel so unafraid
annie, hold a little tighter i might just slip away
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
I don't understand why I ever let myself get any different.
I know its safer in here, but I guess sometimes I feel like I'm missing something.
Like if I actually poke my head back out of my shell, the world will have changed. People will be different. Feelings will be easier to understand and control.
But that's never the case is it?
As soon as I step outside my box, it all starts again. The flood of emotions, the trust and abuse of that trust. The belief and the deceptions used to make me believe.
I can't say its permanent this time, actually I can guarantee the opposite.
I know I will go out again, someday, and try again.
Because I am a fool.
But for now, I am content to stay in here where its dark and safe, walls erect, impenetrable.
It hurts sometimes, to say goodbye to it all, and to those involved.
But its time to withdraw again, and nothing is going to stop me.
I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me i am becoming
the me the you know he had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs he is broken and sore
the me that you know he doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore
all pain disappears it's the nature of my circuitry
drowns out all i hear there's no escape from this my new consciousness
the me that you know he used to have feelings
but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay
the me that you know is now made up of wires
and even when i'm right with you i'm so far away
i can try to get away but i've strapped myself in
i can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
i can see it killing away all of my bad parts
i don't want to listen but it's all to clear
hiding backwards inside of me i feel so unafraid
annie, hold a little tighter i might just slip away
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
I don't understand why I ever let myself get any different.
I know its safer in here, but I guess sometimes I feel like I'm missing something.
Like if I actually poke my head back out of my shell, the world will have changed. People will be different. Feelings will be easier to understand and control.
But that's never the case is it?
As soon as I step outside my box, it all starts again. The flood of emotions, the trust and abuse of that trust. The belief and the deceptions used to make me believe.
I can't say its permanent this time, actually I can guarantee the opposite.
I know I will go out again, someday, and try again.
Because I am a fool.
But for now, I am content to stay in here where its dark and safe, walls erect, impenetrable.
It hurts sometimes, to say goodbye to it all, and to those involved.
But its time to withdraw again, and nothing is going to stop me.